My last first week of school

This year marks a lot of last firsts: last first class, last first fall registration, last first day of work, and so on. While I must admit I’ve sort of dreaded senior year – my last year at Bryn Mawr – things have been going so well I’ve hardly had time to dwell on my impending departure.

The first week of classes is just as fun for first years as it is for seniors. I attended Convocation and wore a bat robe (the vintage graduation robes dating back to the ’30s) for the first time since my Lantern Night. Not to mention Friday marks our first tradition of the year – Parade Night! Oh, and a little thing called sitting on the senior steps. Singing Bread & Roses, which is reserved only for seniors, was the most surreal event thus far. I remember the event so vividly from my first step sing — I can recall the exact moment when the senior songsmistress, another resident of my dorm and legend in her own right, called everyone to attention as the seniors began the iconic song. It was in that moment, sitting on the ground, staring up at them and the canopy of still-green leaves above, that I felt so overwhelmed with awe. It was one of many affirming moments that Bryn Mawr was the place for me.

sister class

My beloved little sister class


With some of my customs group pre-step sing. We’ve lived together all four years!


Being led into Convocation. No Bryn Mawr event is complete without bagpipes.

my fellow art historians. We’ve been late-night studying together since freshman year. That’s fellow blogger, Ingrid, in red.


I will never tire of this view. Radnor has a legendary stoop where you can always find someone to sit and talk with.


Did I mention I have a CARREL? I’m quite pleased with it.


I subconsciously gave myself a sister class manicure-pedicure…because I guess I had Bryn Mawr on the brain. Typical.